AN: I am SOOOOO sorry it's taken so long to update this thing. I just got back from vacation (not a good excuse, I know). It wasn't really that I didn't have time. It was thatI've been suffering from and extreme case of writer's block. And, truthfully, I was considering dropping this and the rest of my fics. But I won't now. So here it is.

Wally's heart jumped into his throat and he swore, for the millionth time that day, that he was going to throw up. Unbelievably, she had grown even more beautiful than the last time he'd seen her.

Kuki was torn in a vicious tug of war, between longing to throw herself into the blonde's arms, and kicking him out of her's and eventually Kevin's home. The indecision kept her glued to the couch cushion and she fixed her eyes on the Aussie, eyes fillled with adoration and uncertainty.

What attracted her to him (for surely it couldn't be love)? He had a horrid temper, that she knew for sure. He never truly acted loving or romantic. She worshipped romance. Every source told her he wasn't the man for her.

He had the most beautiful eyes.

'Stay focused!' she commanded herself. Kuki couldn't lie. She had missed him. Alot. More, she realized, than she would've missed Nigel or Hoagie or even Abby. That jsut meant they were good friends. The best of friends. Friends never made good couples, or so they say.

And what did he see in her, anyway? Kuki had wondered this ever day since he'd left. What was it about her that made Wally's eyes shine with complete infaturation, even now, years after she'd torn his heart in two? What was so special about her that he felt he couldn't live another second without her by his side, forever and ever? Why hadn't he fallen head over heels for Abigail Lincoln? Why Kuki Sanban?

The silence held all the tension and noise of the world in the small room. Kuki eventually cleared her throat and asked, "How's it going?"

How's it going? The question puzzled, almost mocked, Wallabee Beatles. Nothing was right in his life. Though, of course, he couldn't tell that to Kuki. "Alright. How 'bout you?"

She shrugged. "Good, I guess." She held out her hand, showing off the engagement ring. "I'm getting married." She knew he knew, but she had to let him know she was strictly off limits.

Did she want to be off limits?

"I'm glad," He said softly, then, shocked, realized he was glad. He was actually happy for her, found bliss in the fact that she'd found someone she could love, even if it wasn't him.

She studied him thoughtfully. "Yeah. His name's Kevin. Kevin Waterly. He owns his own business and he's pretty rich. Not bad on the eyes either." she couldn't shut herself up, even though she could tell she was murdering Wally. "He has the thickest brown hair. Almost a chocolate color, actually. So wavy and gorgous. And his arms . . . wow, they're so strong and muscular! He works out at least once, sometimes twice a day. We're going to have a huge wedding! Everyone'll be there; all my family and friends . . ." She shut up finally, realizing not all her friends would be there. "Well, anyways, I've got a job. Teaching. It doesn't pay much, but enough. And I like working with kids. What do you do?"

"I'm a photographer."

This surprised Kuki. "Really? What do you take pictures of?"

"Um, lots of stuff. People usually just hire me for stuff. Birthdays, personal portraits, school events, weddings . . ."

"Weddings, huh?" Kuki suddenly got an idea. "Funny, me and Kevin were just thinking about hiring a photographer for the wedding. What's your rate?"

The switch from small talk to business threw Wally off. "Rate?"

"Yeah, you know. To take pictures."

He shrugged. "I could, ya know, do it for free." he smiled. "I don't charge my friends."

The door began opening. Both jumped to their feet.

In the doorway was a rather tall, extremely buff man. A pile of overly gelled, overly primped brown hair sat on his head and rather small and squinty eyes of an equal shade of brown surveyed the room.

"Kevin!" Kuki embraced the man, a rather awkward transition for she was at least a foot shorter than him.

"Hey." He replied in a deep, gruff voice. He spotted Wally. "Who's this?"

Wally was immediatly sent back to his childhood, where he was always the shortest kid in town. He tensed up slightly, for no apparent reason.

Kuki smiled. "This is Wally, an old friend of mine. He's going to be our photographer."

"For what?" Kevin asked.

"The wedding, silly!"

"Oh yeah, that. I thought we were going to hire a professional."

"I am a professional," Wally said, rather defensively.

"I never thought of photography as a real job," Kevin commented. "More of a hobby."

"Kevin, of course it's a real job!" Kuki replied.

"Maybe, but it isn't a very important job. See, it doesn't help the world! Now you help the world, Kuki. You're a teacher. You teach kids to become vital members of society. And I am a very successful business man."

"And that's important," Wally reported sarcastically.

"It is! More than you, wasting perfectly good paper . . ."

"You know, I have to go," Wally said suddenly.

"You don't have to leave yet!" Kuki said suddenly.

"No there's something I have to do." He lied, dying to get out of the same room as Kevin Waterly.